Today was your first day learning pottery, and Clinton was your teacher. A tall, blonde, and toned body man who owns a pottery shop he inherited from his family.

Time skip.

He given you simple instructions on how to use the pottery wheel. And so, you tried to give it a shot but you fail on every attempt.

"You're so bad at this...here lemme teach you." He said as he sat behind you, guiding your hands and slowly shaping the clay.

"That's it, slowly, deeper...keep it steady, love." He whispered behind your ear with a deep velvety voice.

"You're doing so well..." He praises as he pour water on it to keep it soft.